In a modest home nestled in the outskirts of Mumbai, Joginder—Aarav's father—sat at an old wooden table, his eyes fixed on faded photographs of ancestral lands. The crops of his youth had been replaced by concrete, but the memory of the land's endless fields still stirred his soul.
Decades ago, Joginder had sacrificed his own dreams, pledging every ounce of his energy to save the family's legacy. He had borrowed heavily, secured loans with promises and his very honor. With every sacrifice, he hoped the next generation would rise above the confines of duty.
Now, as Aarav wrestled with his own longing and the call to chase Meera's distant promise, he found himself standing on the same precipice. The decision to sell part of the ancestral land—to fund his desperate journey—was a mirror of his father's sacrifices, though driven by the language of love rather than obligation. In that quiet moment, Aarav felt the weight of generations upon his shoulders and the fierce need to rewrite his own destiny